I awoke this morning to the first snowfall of the season – fluffy white flakes blowing sideways off tall pine trees. And instead of lingering slowly and allowing myself the luxury of the stillness of a snow day, I jumped out of bed, feeling the pressure to take the perfect picture.
But once I ventured outdoors the cold brisk air and the crunch of snow beneath feet settled my spirit. I took a few pictures in my own yard and marveled at how much I have changed.
Good now is better than “best” never. Phillip Gary Smith